22 September, 2014

The Hostage

Under siege,
tied to a bomb─
you were talking to yourself.

The violence inside you
had beaten you mercilessly.

The text has dried up.
Steal a glance─

and find out the blood spots
on the Mars, the god of war.

The sound in the vase, was becoming louder
of coins.

Now you will walk─
on my dead body.

Satish Verma

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